Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.